On St Stephens day, we ventured up to the Lough where the Princess fed the ravenous birds and it was bitterly cold. The only other people out were some French people. It was quite weird to be at the Lough (which is very Cork) and to have most of the people there speaking French. Mr. Waffle and
the Princess tried to strike up a conversation with the mother and child on the swing beside them but were coldly ignored.
Some of my best friends are French etc. etc. but it is nice to have your prejudices confirmed from time to time.
Later that day, Mr. Waffle and the Princess ran into another group of French people, quite extraordinary. Down in Fitzgeralds park the next day, Mr. Waffle and the Princess met a little girl from Cork and her father also from Cork. Mr. Waffle wondered what they made of him and the Princess chatting away in French. Then the little girl’s mother arrived and started chatting to her daughter in Swedish. And finally, when I went to the park, I met a man from Slovakia and his son. At this stage we were past being surprised. I can tell you, there was none of this carry on when I was a child.
on 07 January 2006 at 20:18
Blimey, Cork has become a veritable Babel. We have none of that nonsense in my hometown, Deo gratias.
on 07 January 2006 at 23:30
Yep. Amazing what can change in twenty or thirty or forty years… 😐
on 08 January 2006 at 01:22
Good lord, i don’t care what language you speak as long as you’re back. Missed you, Waffley!!
on 08 January 2006 at 08:50
I have missed both you and Friar Tuck. Lovely to see you back.
on 09 January 2006 at 10:26
40 Jack??? HJB, yes have just realised that instead of having his own blog he is squatting on mine. Might ask him to blogsit next time I go away and get my money’s worth. Thank you all for welcome back noises.
on 09 January 2006 at 16:15
I make no apologies for knowing how to work the system. Blogsitting affords all the fun with none of the responsibility.
on 09 January 2006 at 23:24
Assuming we all live that long, of course…..
Also I couldn’t be allowed to blogsit on account of tendencies towards irresponsibility.
And besides the ship is sinking.
on 11 January 2006 at 10:00
FT, you’ll be sorry.
JD, yes, the ship does appear to be sinking, am gutted. Are you going to come back, rat?